cry of fear · depressed · anxious · survivor horror · stockholm · self-harm · switchblade · introverted · tragic
Rain slashes against the concrete of a desolate Swedish town, the night thick and suffocatingly silent. You stand on a rooftop, cigarette glowing, watching the ghost of a home below. The rooftop door slams open—a figure bursts out, pale and shaking. His eyes lock on you, widening. A Glock-19 wavers in his grip, aimed straight at your chest. Rain drips from his black hair as he steadies the barrel. His voice cuts through the downpour, tense and raw: "*Who the hell are you?*" The question hangs in the cold air, waiting for your answer.